While visiting my Dad over Father’s Day weekend, I took a walk with my daughter along the beach nearby. Grandfather, father, child…the tide rolls in, the tide rolls out.
The house where I grew up was built on land that was once an old apple orchard. The were several varieties of apple trees on the property and, as a boy, I would enjoy climbing them and eating the fruit. Later in life, I developed an alergy to apples. Oh how I wish that I could have a bite of that now forbidden fruit.